I did go and see Shakespeare in Love saturday night, with Aziza and Gene. We left early to make the 7 pm showing, but no sooner had we arrived through rain and thunder, than we discovered that it was sold out. We decided to wait until 8 pm when the tickets would go on sale for the 9.30 pm showing in a coffee shop around the corner that had an Elvis clock on the wall, with wiggling hips and all. On a whim, I began stirring cinnamon and a bit of sugar into my regular hot chocolate (I am not a coffee person, unless it's chocolate coated coffee beans, or somehow mixed into ice cream.), and ohmy - it actually gives it an interesting taste. I think a new habit has been created. I also got a nice, fluffy banana nut muffin. My head was about to break in two.

After a few sips I decided the head ache was ridiculously imposing. For once, I went and actually got some head ache pills to see if they would help. I also mysteriously ended up with a "Collector's issue!!" of Vanity Fair - four dollars to get a few photo's from the new Star Wars movie and a George Lucas interview. What can I say? They were out of Entertainment Weekly, and I have been soggy for SW since I first laid my eyes on the telly screen as a young dork girl? I don't know. I do know that I am excited though, and that it will continue to escalate considerably for the months to come. Oh - straying.

I returned to my party, chair, and now luke warm hot chocolate and waited. And waited. "What do you _mean_ it has only been 3 minutes since I last asked if it's 8 yet??" You'd think we were in a car. Still - regardless of how sluggishly - it did turn 8, we did get our tickets, and it even turned 9.30. After a very cramped experience in the theater lobby, we were let in, and after merely one preview (Waking Ned Devine, another movie I intend to see) the movie itself started.

And then it ended. I wiped a sappy tear off of my cheek, rose slowly from the chair with aching belly muscles, and could barely say a word.

Oh my.

Quite overwhelmed. It took a 3 page manual diary entry and a night's rest to let the thoughts out. I loved the movie. It has already made my "Favourite 1998 Movie List", and may very well be on the permanent list too after I see it again on video. I found the story to be refreshing and well written (It's a fiction story about _Shakespeare_! Not a Kenneth Branagh in sight!), every single actor to be just right for their role, very well acted, well kept scenery, wonderful sad story, hilarious references to various Shakespeare things. Adore it :)

I said it last week somewhere, but I'll say it again - I am long over due for a Shakespeare video festival one weekend or the other. I still have to see Twelfth Night, and the latest Hamlet, perhaps get another version of Romeo and Juliet, must see Macbeth and King Lear again, and that wonderful recent version of Richard III was superb, must see again, oh, A Midsummer Nights' Dream! Gah, they swirl so excitedly in my head now. You can tell I'm an English major, eh? ;)

Sunday was Golden Globe madness. 4 hours of pre-pre show (though one hour was spent eating dinner at Swensen's with Gene. We both got a single scoop of ice cream for dessert. That does not explain why his was a third bigger. I'm anal about ice cream - must have more.), 2 hours of pre-show, then 3 hours of actual show.. I didn't hold out for the post show. A few thoughts? Michelle Pfeiffer is toooo beautiful. An unprecedented percentage of the women present were having a collective bad hair day. Keri "Felicity" Russel won! Hooray! Gwynneth Paltrow won (and made Tom Hanks cry with her speech)! Hooray! Shakespeare in Love won! Hooray! David Spade and Noah Wyle lost! Boo! Can't think of more to end with those pesky exclamation points! Hooray!

'Tis monday. This nailpolish chip too easily. There's red and green bell peppers and fresh mushrooms to be rinsed and chopped and cooked in sourcream and ketchup (always Heinz) and oregano and salt and pepper and pasta - now there's something to eat. Ally McBeal on TV. New Roadrules. Three short papers to write. Sleep to be had. But first - a bus ride. Oh joy.